“Like an alcoholic preacher on Sunday morning.”
“Maybe you shouldn’t drink so much,” I suggested.
“Pudge.” She shook her head and sipped the cold coffee and wine. “Pudge, what you must understand about me is that I am a deeply unhappy person.
—Looking for Alaska, John Green
And sometimes I have kept my feelings to myself, because I could find no language to describe them in.
—Jane Austen, from Sense and Sensibility (Penguin Classics, 2003)